Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

All of this lay within the suppression range of the Door God Painting. A flash of golden light was gone in an instant—nothing to worry about.

"But!"

Her tone shifted as she drew in the air with one hand.

A miniature map of H City formed from spiritual power appeared before Lin Chen.

Three red dots on the map were flashing frantically.

Red enough to sting the eyes.

Red as dripping blood!

"At these three locations.

Either no Door God statues were posted, and the news was sent back by my little mice at the cost of their lives.

Or they were posted, yet still unable to suppress it!

The concentration of dream pollution there is more than ten times higher than elsewhere!

And...

I heard it.

At all three places, someone is chanting the same obscure spell!"

Hearing this, Lin Chen immediately sat upright.

He set down his teacup and prepared his mental defenses.

"Chant it!"

Little White drew a deep breath, struggling to suppress the trembling rising from the depths of her soul.

Imitating the spell's cadence, she murmured:

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh..."

Though it was only an imitation.

Though it lacked the true essence of that evil god.

That cold, clammy sensation, thick with the fishy stench of the deep sea—

Still made the temperature in the quiet room plummet by several degrees.

The candle flame in the corner instantly turned a ghastly green, wavering unstably.

Lin Chen's gaze turned cold.

That was the language of the Ancient Gods!

He had seen similar records in folklore texts.

"They're Cthulhu-worshipping cultists!

They're answering the evil god and artificially creating 'dream nodes'!"

No wonder Lu Wenshu had said it was impossible to guard against.

So there were traitors helping let the wolf into the house!

After a natural disaster, there was